The elevator ascended all the way up, and soon, they stopped in front of an office door.
The deep brown wooden door was tightly closed, and the entire floor was silent, reflecting a certain coldness, making the experienced Sister Yang and the male designer somewhat tense.
"Wait here for now," Zhuo Lin instructed, then knocked on the door.
"Enter." A cold, low voice, strong yet icy.
As the door opened, Qiao Mo only glimpsed a silhouette beside the desk, and she immediately recognized it was him. Qiao Mo lowered her gaze lightly, her legs already starting to feel weak.
Beside her, Xiao Mei's eyes shone brightly with excitement, "Sister Yang, was that just the president? He seems so handsome!"
"Hmm, it should be," Sister Yang responded, speculating since she had never met him either.
